I'd steadfastly ignored the World Cup and look how far my disregard got you! Bravo! And then, silly me, I watched a game. True, I only spent this morning lay prostrate on the couch because my stomach hurt so badly I couldn't move for fear of ending up in the fetal position on the floor, but still, what was I thinking? There are cartoons I could have been watching, reruns of soap operas I've never heard of, but no. I decided to be patriotic despite the fact I don't even know who half the players on your fair team are.
And then you lost. On penalties. It's all my fault. Will you ever forgive me? Here, a peace offering:
I'll send this to the cutest little girl I know in England as my penance. I hear an equally cute little brother is due any day now and he too will receive gifts in the form of knitted redemption.Am I forgiven? OK then good. Now let's tear apart Rooney!!!
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